Restoration Poem by Sarah Persson

Shadows fall on the ground where I tread,
My footsteps they sink in the rough, sodden turf,
The forest can rest now the axe man has gone,
The thunder is heard long before snow's begun.

Reflections on water seem remote and far away,
Like the distance of sunshine on a cold winters day,
Snow flakes gently settle on each surface they find
And everything is once again, beautiful.

Can my smile now return to its true, rightful place?
Can my heart beat slow down, from this maniac pace?
Can everything stay as it is here, right now?
Can we all come together and embrace?

Cast iron is my solitude like a cage of mental trust,
My spirit is pure, there are no actions to judge,
Inspiration surrounds where the sounds make no noise,
I can breathe a little deeper, my soul's regained poise.